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He worked his cock in and out, sliding deeper with each thrust in till his pelvic bone hit my clit and I moaned, the nub hard and sensitive to the touch. He filled me, and I stretched around him to just this side of pain. Holding still, his breathing picking up, and when I focused back on him, he was gritting his teeth, then I felt his body shake from the exertion he was putting forth not to move while I adjusted to his size, but I needed him to.

“Can you move, please?” My words came out breathlessly. The sign he must have been waiting for because he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, picking up speed with each pump.

My hips pushing up to meet his. Every push in, his pelvis rubbed against my clit. The slap of skin hitting skin and our breaths the only sound in the room until the hands holding some of his weight off me buckled and he pushed them under me, grabbing my shoulders with his hands. He was holding me in place while his hips sped up, then the sound of the headboard hitting the wall joined the noises in the room as he pounded into me.

I felt the pressure build, the orgasm hitting me and racking my body so hard it stole my breath. He rode the tremors, and when my body started to settle, he raised up, grabbed my hips, pulling me with him. Every thrust in, his cock bottomed out, one, two, three more and he collapsed back on me, pulling me tight into his body while he rode out his own release.

The knock on the door made me jump as it opened and Tank stuck his head in.

“You okay, heard moaning as I passed by. Thought I better check.” Great, the man comes back, and now I go from dreaming at night to daydreaming about him. Wonderful, and he didn’t even remember my face.

“Yeah, it was probably a yawn you heard. Tired.” Was as good an excuse as any.

“Go home, we’re almost emptied out. We got this, boss lady. Get some sleep.” This was why my guys were great. I could leave and know the place would be in good hands and closed down right.

“I think I will, thanks, Tank.”

“Sure thing, Sami.” The door closed and I rose out of my chair, doing what I needed before heading home. If I worked hard not to think of the man, maybe, just maybe, I would be able to sleep without him entering my dreams.

Then again, why should tonight be any different?

Chapter Six

Speed

“Anyone wanna fill mein on what’s going on around here? Stroker hired a woman to manager Soft Tails, and the club is legit? Next, you’re gonna tell me we have fuckin’ tea parties at the club.” Not that having a woman run the club was wrong, it was more that I was caught off guard when I turned and saw her, using the grumpiness to cover the shock.

Crusher leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, “Well, you met Sami. Evidently, when they started down the narrow and legal road, they thought the strip club needed a new look.” Before Crusher could go on Coast leaned in.

“And cleaned up and out. The place was shit when I came through on leave couple years back. Strippers were using the product, which I’m not against, but them girls were strung the fuck out, even on stage. As far as dipping your stick, hell, I didn’t even let them put their mouth on me. Fucking rubbers ain’t made of that thick of material. Even if it’s free pussy, there should be standards. Prez had had enough, sent Dad into lay the law down on them, a little reminder that though not part of Black Hawk, they were working for the MC by dancing in our club.”

“Damn.” It had to have been bad, most people didn’t like to get on the bad side of an MC, regardless of the circumstances. Clubs had permanently gotten rid of offenders who tried to muscle in on their area or push against them and interfere in their business.

“Yeah, but to make it short, they pulled the club guys out of the positions in the strip club, hired Sami sometime last year, let her hire her workers. Speed, don’t let her size fool you, she cleaned out the dancers.” Crusher grinned, and I couldn’t imagine why, the club always handled their business.

“What are you grinning about? I can’t believe they let her take over and let her clean it of its problems. That could have turned out bad—for everyone involved.” Worried I may have stayed away too long.

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